I stayed on Aim untill my mom got so frusterated with me she started yelling and threatening to ground me. I finally gave up and went to do some homework, but my brain wouldn’t focus. I hate saturdays, I can’t wait untill Monday, when I’ll be able to see Andy in person. I’ll have to see Blake though too.Ugh.
My phone rang. Blake again. I’d put it on vibrate because I got tired of hearing my ringtone over and over again. He’d sent me text messeges too, but I hadn’t read them. I didn’t want to have anything to do with Blake. I didn’t want to think about him. I wished he would give up calling me so I wouldn’t have to think about him. I stuffed my phone underneath my pillows so I wouldn’t have to be reminded of him every time he called me.
I couldn’t believe how stupid I was, believing that any guy could be as perfect as Blake had seemed to me. All those things he’d whispered in my ear that I’d loved, they were full of it. A load of crap. He hadn’t meant a single thing he’d said. A lie. It was a lie.